When word gets out
tomorrow’s done
Havoc reigns on everyone
his purpose does not linger on,
why do you?
Questions come from
every fore,
answers ring about
the door
Speak first, speak loud, speak
evermore
into you.
Nothing can prevent his word
No bold attempt can spare the sword–
She bit the line that reeled her up
You fool, you.
Evening melts in amber hues
Night creeps by with purple blues
Apollo’s gone with Io’s moons,
To do you.
When she cries molten tears
for you, you lemming,
listenharder still–
Can you respond you will?
Tell us, do you?